Ancestral local tyrant system

"Xiao Yi, how long will the thunder of their law be brewing?"

"It will probably take three to five hours!" Xiaoyi immediately made a prediction.

"Three hours? That should be enough!" Fang Jueyu took out a handful of pill and swallowed it as a snack.

The power of the pill was instantly dissipated in his body, and the blazing flame above his head became more vigorous!

The thunder of the Three Laws almost enveloped the sky in the entire competition area impermeable, but this thick cloud could not be condensed under Fang Jueyu's root fire, and his head was as clear as the eye of a storm.

Fang Jueyu's gaze has been frozen in the furnace of heaven and earth. He is constantly changing various handprints, and the majestic soul power accurately controls the removal of every impurity, and the materials in the furnace become more and more pure.

"This soul power is far from what it should be at this age, it's really scary!" Most of the eyes are still on the three refiners who have already entered the soul-building step, but only those who really know the refinement. Knowing that now Fang Jueyu is the most dazzling figure in the entire arena.

"Why, is the president interested in bringing him under the sect?" another master asked.

"Included in the sect? Hahaha, I think," Rozfala sighed, "but I'm afraid I am not qualified to be his teacher. At least in the technique of refining, he is a level higher than me. I know now Among people, only one person can reach that level."

The nine grandmasters looked at each other, and Rozfala was already recognized as the strongest refiner, and even he himself admitted that he was inferior to a fledgling young man.

Not only that, but from what he said just now, it seemed that there was another refiner who was more powerful than him, and he didn't know who could get such a high evaluation.

In an hour, Fang Jueyu had completed the refining of the materials, and now there was only a pool of hot metal liquid flowing in the furnace on that day. The main material and other auxiliary materials have almost become inseparable under such high temperature refining. , Only need to shape, this first step is complete!

"Retreat!" Fang Jueyu squeezed a handprint with both hands, and the huge cauldron floating in the sky and the blazing flames instantly dissipated, and the surrounding temperature dropped instantly.

"One hour! Wang Dahui took one hour to complete the refining process!"

"How did he do it? Even the real masters need several days to refine that kind of material!"

"No wonder he would act like that in the beginning. He is really not arrogant, but really has this ability!"

"You said, will he attract the Fourth Rule of Thunder Cloud? Maybe he will finish it before the other three masters!"

"No? This smelting is only the initial process, and there are inscriptions, melting souls, and casting souls. Which process is not more complicated and difficult than smelting? No matter how powerful he is, he can't catch up, right?"

"It's possible! He wants to make a blockbuster!"

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At this time, Fang Jueyu had entered an extremely strange state. His hands kept drawing bright lines in the void, and then turned into a stream of light that plunged into the unformed metal.

"What kind of inscription is this? How come I have never seen such a technique? And it doesn't seem to be an inscription?"

"This is a Dao rune! It is a Dao rune! What he painted is a Dao rune!"

"What? Isn't Dao Wen already lost?"

"No! The Mingjiao created by Shenhao Civilization is sold with Dao Marks. I heard that it was made by Fang Jueyu, the leader of Mingjiao. Could it be that the people of their Shen Hao civilization know Dao Marks?"

"Hey! Don't always be so surprised and fussed, okay? These are all basic operations!" Fang Jueyu said to the refiners who were talking about him.

"The children of our gods and civilizations began to receive nine-year compulsory education at the age of 7. Is our divine civilization all good for individuals?"

"How old do kids learn?"

"My God, do you know any way to join the divine civilization? I want to emigrate!"

"Don't think about it, there is no such good thing in the world? But my friend, I recommend you to try and join Mingjiao!"

"Yes, yes! I heard that Mingjiao was still recruiting people on the planet Carmel a few months ago. I have to check it out!"

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"Look, Wang Dahui has completed the characterization of the Dao pattern, and he is about to start shaping!"

"It took only seven minutes! Even Master Carreras took a full 12 days, it's really scary than people!"

"What kind of weapon do you think this king sledgehammer will forge?"

"I guess it might be a sword?"

"I think it's a ship-cutting knife!"

"Maybe it's a gun?"

"Wait, what strange shape is that?"

Under the control of Fang Jueyu's incomparable mental power, he didn't need any molds at all. The mass of metal was slowly stretched, plastic, and finally turned into a huge shovel.

"Shovel? What strange weapon is this?"

"What on earth is he thinking? Is such a weapon lethal?"

"Should there be? It's a Tier 5 or above weapon, maybe it's a semi-divine weapon. Power and appearance shouldn't have much to do with it, right?"

"Who told you that this is a weapon?" Fang Jueyu said, "You only need to refine things, don't you say that they must be weapons?"

"Wang Dahammer, what the hell are you?" Even a master refiner on the judges' bench couldn't help but ask.

"Oh, this is what I forged to shovel shit for my pet!" Fang Jueyu said, pointing in a direction in the stand.

There was a mighty middle-aged man sitting there, with a black dog on his left shoulder and a black cat on his right shoulder.

"I have a dog and a cat. These two beasts shit me every day. I always lack a tool for shoveling shit, but the ordinary shovel is not worthy of hand, so I will forge this opportunity today. A handful!"

The audience was silent, and everyone who heard Fang Jueyu's words seemed speechless.

Such a perverted fire of origin, the divine alchemy that countless people envy, such precious materials, and the mysterious Dao pattern, combined with these things, are enough to refine a weapon that will frighten one party.

If you are lucky enough to complete the casting of the soul, then it is a demigod soldier, and even demigods may try their best to buy.

But occupying so much space, time and place, you actually forged a shovel, or used it for your pet to shovel shit, will your mind be flooded?

"Wang Dahammer, you must think about it again. For such a precious thing, you must make the best use of it. The material is not completely qualitative. You can modify it. If a demigod soldier is wasted, this is simply a violent thing!" The grandmaster spoke earnestly to persuade.

Even if they were grandmasters, they were not able to forge demigod soldiers every time. If Fang Jueyu ruined them, they would feel distressed too!

"It's okay, it's not a violent thing!" Fang Jueyu directly started the process of melting spirits, "This demigod soldier is not worth at all in our divine civilization. It is used to shovel my cats and dogs. I still feel that some grades are not enough!"

"You..." The grandmaster was speechless, "What grade do you need?"

"Hmm..." Fang Jueyu thought very seriously, "Shenbing...reluctantly!"